Change…umm…well, yes may be. But not in judiciary
laws, neither in government nor in people’s mentality but yes, in WOMAN’s
perspective towards MAN.

When asked by my friends, that why do I
sense so much rage against man in every woman, nowadays? Why are ALL men being
stereotyped and hated by woman? And, why do guys think that we are pointing
fingers on them when they are not even part of it?

Hushhh! Received many different
answers from different individuals.

One of my friends, who is a guy, says, “it
hurts our sentiments, when they generalise men and say such things and put a
feminist status on FB to have a cool
status”, true! Another friend said, who is a gal, “why do guys think and take
it that way? We know our brother, father and friends are good men and
protective about us, but at the same time they should also act a bit responsible
towards other women around and see to it that they raise their voce if anyone
is getting suffered. How many times did they raise voice against some odd? Ask
them.” True again.

Few guys said, “Girls try to lend sympathy
from people by saying all such stuff, we do respect girl and should not be
blamed for what the rapists has done, just because we share the same gender.
Stop Generalising Us, The Men.” True
that! Another bunch of girls said, “Why do we have to consider ourselves as
weaker section? Why do we have such saying as male-dominating society? Why does anyone have to dominate anyone?”
True!

This goes on and ultimately leads to an
unnecessary battle, which is absolutely diverted from the main subject.

Well, what’s the subject? You must be
thinking the same question.

The subject is not the girls making it sensational
or girls are getting molested, or what guys should learn or how family should
bring up their child, NO. These are not the subject. The subject is what’s the aftermath
of doing such in-human act? Because the former will get resolved only if the latter
is accomplished.

These discussions are not doing any good to
us but creating a broad bridge among two genders, that’s it.

Just forget for a moment what gender
community you belong to and start thinking as an individual. Empathise victim’s
point of view and see what can be done to eradicate such issue rather than stimulating
any gender discrimination.

Lately, read Shenaz’s letter. I am not offended
by her letter but I am bit surprised that she has addressed the complete letter
to the most influential men of our
nation and not women. Not because she could not remember any
influential women while writing the letter, but has written it with a gender perspective
and not with an individual perspective. This is what we, the common people, do
and think.

Sometimes, in my daily life, when I get up
in a crowded metro and a guy makes a way for me doesn’t mean I am good. When I
am unable to close the window in the bus and a guy comes up and help me closing
it, doesn't mean he is acting as a good-guy in the crowd. When some guy offers
me a seat in a crowded bus doesn't mean he is trying to impress me. It simply
means that individual is good not me. Similarly, when a girl gets some help
from another girl, no one ever notices that. This is because of gender
perspective.

Not only this, do you know judiciary discrimination
is also done against men? The following paragraph was found in Wikipedia with
reference links:

“Although socially women have been at a
disadvantage, Indian laws highly favor women. If a husband commits adultery he
will be jailed, but a woman cannot be jailed for adultery and neither will she
be punished by the courts. There is no recognition of sexual molestation of men
and rarely the police stations lodge an First Information Report (FIR); men are
considered the culprit by default even if it was the woman that committed
sexual abuse against men.[citation needed] Women can jail husband's family for
dowry related cases by just filing an FIR. The law IPC 498A demands that the
husband's family be considered guilty by default, unless proven otherwise, in
other words it implements the doctrine of 'guilty unless proven innocent'
defying the universally practised doctrine of 'innocent until proven guilty'.
According to one source, this provision is much abused as only four percent of
the cases go to the court and the final conviction rate is as low as two
percent.[11][verification needed]. There are many laws including 498a, false
rape laws etc., favoring women to greater extent. If a man files a rape
complaint, it’s not considered as rape, since rape clearly is for men and not
for women. If a woman rapes man then court can’t punish her.”

I am not writing this to make any woman
realize that men are good or any man to realize that women are no weaker
section but to make each of you realize that it is important to raise voice
against wrong and do something against it as an individual. Let’s not allow anything bad in our surroundings.

All I want to say is that you should stand
against odd, irrespective of your gender, as an individual. This is just a
small change we need to bring in ourselves, so that we create a better society
for our grandchildren to live.

Looking
at those heavy dark clouds splattering water on the land reminded her something
sort of “reverse ocean”. Ahana loves rain, and thinks as if an ocean has turned
itself up and pouring the excess water out through a sieve. With a winsome
smile, she was endeared by every drop of deluge rainwater falling against her
face.

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Ahana Mukherjee,
24 years old lass, had a different philosophy towards life. She welcomes each
day of her life with open arms, which makes her exuberant.

A
violin teacher, who enjoys every second while teaching violin to her students.
She thinks music lies everywhere, in the murmur of talking, in the foot steps
while walking, running vehicles on road, in moving train on tracks, in the
mooing of cow, in the cycle bells, even in the whistle of the pressure cooker. And
what she loves the most is playing her violin in rain. Because for her, music
lies even in the sound of its rain water. She changes her strings according to
the musical note created by the pattering rain.

At
around 5:30 PM, on her way back to home, it came, the Rain. She couldn’t wait
to reach home and playing her instrument of passion.

She
needs to cross the road to board her public transport. She was standing under a
shade, opposite of the road, waiting for the traffic signal to turn green. As
soon as she opened her umbrella and tried to cross the road on green signal,
she was pulled a fast one on bythe gusty
wind and heavy rain droplets. They mischiviously snatched the umbrella from her
hand and threw it few steps away.

In
her own thought she first smiled, and went back to get her umbrella. While lifting
the umbrella, she saw fumbled feet, wearing a pair of sporty shoes, approaching
towards her.

It
was a woman in her thirties. She was a stout woman, wearing a long salwar
kameez, and a sunglass, holding a cane, which guides her when no one is around.
Yes! She was a blind lady.

Owing
to a soft heart, Ahana gently replied to her anxious face and feelings, “where
you want to go, aunty?”

“Oh
dear, could you please make me cross the road, I need to get my bus from the
opposite stand”, said the lady with uneasiness in her voice.

“Oh
Sure, why not!” said Ahana and gripped her hand from one hand and tried to hold
the umbrella with another. But, it was such a deluging and loud rain that even
an umbrella couldn’t prove its worth. This made them stepping back to afore
position.

Fretfully,
the blind lady said, “Oh Jesus, it’s raining so hard, I will get drenched. But
I need to catch the bus and reach the church before 7. Else the mass will
start, and I don’t want to miss it dear because it is Easter today.”

Looking
at those wrinkled eyebrows, which was partially covered by the sunglass, Ahana
consoled her and said, “Oh don’t worry. This time you hold the umbrella and I
will hold you” with a smothered laugh. This saying made both of them to grin in
unison.

While
she was explaining the strategy for crossing the road by holding the umbrella
and all, suddenly she was drawn back in her thoughts. She thought, this blind
lady is missing the most beautiful gift of nature happening rite there. The
Rain.

“So
what if she is blind, she can feel it”, thought the lively Ahana.

Ahana
was a gal who loved to sprawl a realm of positivity wherever she is. In the
commotion of her deep thoughts, she decided to introduce the lady to the
awesomeness of the Rain.

It
was a while away and the lady asked, “What happened beta, lets move.”

“I
don’t know, Beta. I have never seen it. I think it must be beautiful, but for
me it becomes difficult to reach my destination when it rains.” said the lady
with a heavy heart.

“Aunty,
I might sound stupid to you but just forget it that you cannot see things, its
okay you are blind, not a big deal. Don’t let your ailment come in between this
present moment. Enjoy it Aunty. And you know what, sometimes stupidity fetches
you peace in heart than being in a logical or rational sense.” Somewhere the
words of Ahana spelled a magic in her. She actually forgot that she can’t see,
and started enjoying the very moment.

Ahana
pulled her hand under the rain, all though she was keeping the umbrella open
but even the God has the same plan that day. The umbrella got folded backwards
with the gusty wind, but this time they didn’t step back.

“And
the umbrella is gone again”, said Ahana, which made a loud laugh under the open
sky in unison.

“Let
it be aunty, don’t care about it. Just feel the droplet, let it touch your
heart.”

Hearing
that, the lady looked up and felt the sound of the water droplets pouring
against her face. She felt as if Lord Jesus caressed her face and whispering
“Live it and Love it, my child” like a feather rolling into her ears.
Adrenaline was rushing into her body, she started swaying her face against the
rainwater with a childish smile on her face. She could feel the coldness of the
drop; indeed she was very much into that moment.

While
being in that moment, suddenly the watch caught Ahana’s attention and reminded
her that the lady is supposed to reach the church by 7. She said in scurry,
“Come aunty, the light has turned green now, lets cross the road.” She then
pulled her hand gently and made her cross the road without any shield from
rain.

Finally,
both of them reached the stop. Ahana in her own thoughts, waiting eagerly to
reach home and play the Violin, but then as soon as she looked at the Aunty,
she felt really bad as the lady was totally drenched. With a low voice, she
uttered, “Aunty I am really sorry, but you are drenched, take my hanky if you
need but I just wanted you to have a smile and live the moment. Sorry but it
was intended to have fun.” And her voice went in gravity.

The
lady didn’t utter a word, she just caressed on her face and said, “you must be
the most beautiful creation of god my dear. Be as you are.” Her voice was
shivering, not because of cold but coz of heaviness in her heart. She was
crying, but it was hard for Ahana to discern the rain water from tears, which
were rolling on her cheek.

She
just left for her destination with the cane. But Ahana was just awestruck, she
did not want her to cry, but with her innocence, she had gifted the most
precious gift to a lady who has never seen her face. A smile, a zeal to live
every moment without letting any ailment come in between.

“Pujo aasche”, “Pujor Bajar” these terms are very often used
in every bong’s conversation during this festive time. Being a
bengali-girl-born-in-Delhi makes the north Indians wonder what exactly I do in
Durga Puja, why it is one of my favourite times, what is so special about it. I
don’t know, if it is the fun I live, or the food I relish, or the new folds
I release in my dress, the places I go, the laughs I share, the beats of dhaak I enjoy, or getting enamored by the
beautiful face of Durga idol and decorated Pandals,
the bhog proshad I taste… it becomes very difficult for me then to express the feel I
sense each moment during the Pujo festive season.

Shopping Fever

Halter to heels, we buy it all. At this festive season, we
help many clothing business to increase their market turnovers. We believe Pujo
is the only time where we can flaunt the best clothing collection we have. And,
this is the only time when your mom will never mind you buying even sarees,
because we believe how cheongsam is to Chinese, saree is to Bengalis, and I
personally do not find anything graceful than an ethnic sharee (That’s how we
pronounce). Bottom line is, yes! we do shop a lot.

Rehearsals

Be it Robindro nrityo
and shongeet, Abritti, Natok, Agomini, people with talents get a chance to showcase their forte
on a mini platform of Durga Pujo. Even though if we are working, we do keep
ourselves free from any schedule or business appointments during rehearsals. But
before putting it on-live, we rehearse, and believe me we just don’t rehearse
but we live each moments with laughs, dinning together, planning, ribbing each
other, debating a lot (bongs are very good at that). All in all, a healthy
congregate to cherish all life.

Mohaloya

Then comes the Mahaloya,
the onset of countdown to Pujo. The day, when you can hear early morning chants in
every home television. And the fisrt sound of dhaak, oh that lingers in my
ears. The torpon performed by my father
to give tribute to our ancestors. Finally, the arrival of the days we longed-for
every year.

…And it begins

Newly dressed people, entering to the Pandal, greeting each
other with smiles, the aroma of dhuno, seeking blessing from Durga maa idol, the
chants in air, this is how it starts on Shashti
evening. Then comes the Anondomela,
where the home master-chefs, our mother, participates and earn pride and
praises by selling their cooked meal in a mini food stall arranged in Pandal.
This followed by some or other interesting activities throughout the 4 days: Shaptami, Ashtami, Navami and Dashami.

Mornings are mainly occupied with pujo rituals, anjoli, bhog and evenings with people thronging the pandals, flaunting
dresses, relishing foods, tuning with the performances and late night chats and
laughs. Along with these, different fun activities are organised where the age
does not have any bar, from drawing competition to haadhi-bhaanga…you name it, we play it. How can someone miss the pulse
of Durga Pujo, the Dhunochi naach and
stunts done using the earthen pot. Believe me, the pujo is no less than a
college fest, where you can even check out fresh crowd including both hot and
cool crows and birds, hope u know what I mean. ;)

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On second last day, navami, we hire a vehicle and start
exploring other pandals all over
Delhi. Mainly, CR Park [D Block, Matri mondir, mela ground], Kashmiri gate (which
is supposed to have the oldest pujo), Timar Pur, Aram Bagh, Karol Bagh, Kali
Bari are in our list. Chitranjan park,
called mini bengal, has the best Pandals
ever and the street food as Moghlayi,
Birynai, Chop, Puchka, jhaal-moori, Eggroll,
fish-kalmayi, and other Bengali delicacies which we do not get opportunity to
eat otherwise ( that’s something we Delhites bongs miss a lot, Kolkata street
foods).

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On this very day, the crowded place does not bother us,
walking for long does not pain our legs, even the new shoe bites are not something
that can never stop us from having fun, and we do not leave any poses unturned
and almost take shots everywhere…lol. We really do talk, walk, sing, laugh,
eat, rib whole day. Even after screwing
our each muscle, we are still left with energy, which will then be utilised for
playing dandiya at night.

Time to bid good byeThe day, when married women, wearing saree in hues of red and white, apply
vermillion to each other in order to celebrate the occasion, this is called as shidoor khela. And, the youngsters
become actual Mawali, and keep
tapping their feet with dhaak while
moving towards the Yamuna to immerse the Durga idol.

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Believe me, this is the time that actually fill our eyes
with tears, because we all come, meet, laugh all for one cause, to celebrate
Maa Durga’s arrival to earth. So while immersing the Idol means you are again
introducing her to the universe, this is Doshomi
Bishorjon. But still we end up our
note with a feeling in our heart as “aasche
bochor abar hobe” that means it is not yet over, will again happen next
year. Then comes celebration of bijoya
doshomi, when we grace blessings from our elders and hug our loved ones,
and end up having mutton curry and rice, the most delicious savor ever.

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Well, after the all hectic days, finally I fall ill, either
with stomach upset, or with throat and body pain. Having said that, there is no
fun without these after-effects of Pujo, isn’t? :D I hope by now u must have
realized how important and fun-filled durga
pujo is in one bong’s life, in my life.

About Me

Maumita Bhattacharya

New Delhi, India

A simple and ambivert girl who enjoys her each breeze of life and welcomes it with open hands irrespective of any kind of situation because even obstacles are positive in its own way as it leaves you with an experience which helps one to lead life in more skillful way!!